Is it dead of night and, as always, my brain won’t shut off and I just keep thinking. I keep thinking about the phone call I got when my mom died. Rehashing that moment over and over. How my first thought, as with anytime something really bad happened, I wanted to call my mom. I…
We sit in a comfortable silence as we drive east. I’ve lost track of how many times we have driven this route. Over to Seattle and back again. Our first journey east was 11 years ago this last December. My father in law had surgery and wasn’t recovering. We drove over to Spokane 4 or…
Drove my husbands redneck truck to town the other day. Believe me, you would never know I was born and raised in Seattle when I sit behind the wheel of this truck. Driving this truck makes me feel like I was born in the country. That I grew up on a dirt road miles from…